FEAR OF THE SKIES

On the head of the land I dwell
Knowing its stomach is my resting place
But the appealing skies
Beckon for me to have a taste
Before I sink into the mouth of the earth
And taste its teeth and be moulded into its belly thing
But the flies I see on this ground
Are hawks and vultures in the skies
And the mother hens
Are eagles whose beaks are like shovels of cannibalism
The frowning skies which sometimes cry to drown my kind
The angry roars from their fearsome throats
If only the suns have written promises
Of sparing metals their heat to maim or kill
Beings who take cover in them
To approah their abode
Then I could beg metals to fly me there
To spend a day
To greet the moon
And play with the stars
And taste dawn dew
And weigh the two
To feel the best of here and there
It wouldn’t matter if I turn into a little star
But rumours do say
Moon claims stars which fall
Never climb up
But at least they get to live in different worlds
While I look and love
But fear to climb
Because the ladder there is invisible
And I am not so discerning
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015